A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born at

the one who picked the name

Rouemn, there was a simple building with

snowy, so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking at the

in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would

by the window, looking outside. His thin

almost

alive. He had lived

glass of water

for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

he had not heard

stood there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be

when he

into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would

favorite

didn’t know what to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should

began to fumble in

then, he stopped and shook his

thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better

not call her,” he said

to give Cecilia too much

very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and

“Please take your medicine.

to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin

him and swallowed them without a

nurse came in to

Mark

phone got weaker

fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was about

to Alexis. He dreamed that he was

almost given up on

had lived two months longer than the doctor

glass of water

medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

he had not

at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be

twitched when

into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the

her favorite food,”

response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have

heard this, he began to fumble in his pocket for

then, he stopped and shook his

seemed it

better not call her,” he

didn’t have to give Cecilia too much

this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass

“Please take your medicine.

to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you wake

medicines from him and

on the bed, and a nurse

was done, Mark looked

weaker and weaker until he finally

fall asleep nowadays. This

dreamed of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still

much like

and call

Cecilia in his dream

and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t blame you

point,

of the hospital room were white, just like

closed his

needed

he felt cold all over his body. He

had probably gone to buy the pumpkin pies

foreign nurse was in

return home. He missed his home

Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment

knew he couldn’t change anything for

would never give up as long as he was

still continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He

was determined to stay strong

he was finding it difficult to go back

sat up on the bed and started to make

told Mark that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The

go there

pale fingers trembled as he

Peter came back to

snowstorm on his way, so he

pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to his boss with a

planes Mark

paper planes and smiled

have some of your

Mark only actually took a

more than

it in his mouth, he put down the spoon because he felt

eyes

really want to go back home and have a family reunion,” he said

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him. But he could see that Mark

about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was a call

it was around 4 a.m. in

somehow a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t say

Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter urged in a low

into

boy,” he

decided to answer the phone. It was an international

voice sounded

Mark heard him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth

birth to a girl that had been

phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say

said, “Mark,

Mark closed his eyes.

come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos of

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

no matter

emotional entanglement with

of his life. He didn’t

and put

call, he never even dared to ask to speak to

the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all

“What happened?” he asked.

up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to

was happy to hear this and he did a

said

is a good sign on the first day of the new year. And Olivia is a very

to stroke

to fly back home to see Cecilia

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